Month: January 2018

“A thirty-minute conversation changed their lives…”

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Lennie leaned down, kissed his forehead and placed the napkin across her father’s lap. Just as she got it in place, Burt looked up at her.

Lenore was gutted.

More pieces of her already broken heart fell away.

His ashen skin, mottling and in different shades of brown and gray unsettled her. His slack jaw and visible body tremors made Lennie shudder. His eyes were her undoing. The mischievous gleam responsible for so much laughter, which had helped to comfort, console, and encourage her… was gone.

Father and daughter were still eye-to-eye, the reality of the situation holding Lennie in place when she felt his frail hand cover hers.

“Thank… you, baby girl.”

Lennie smiled and kissed his cheek, comforted with the knowledge she made her father happy. “You’re welcome, Daddy… always.”

Before Lennie could retrieve his dinner plate, Linda Kelimore was already cutting the meat into tiny portions.

“I’ll help your father with this, Lenore. Take the other plate for yourself.”

“But that’s yours, mom.”

“It will be cold before I get to it. Go on, eat. I know you’ve been on your feet since the lunch rush.”

Just like that, Lennie was twelve years old again, doing as she was told.

Picking at her food, she tried not to stare at her parents. But Lennie couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Watching as her mother fussed and cooed in loving tones at Burt to take his time and chew each tiny bite of food. Linda caressed his cheek between bites. Burt rested his hand on her knee, never taking his eyes off Linda’s face.

Feeling like an intruder on a private moment, Lennie did force herself to look away.

Anyone who knew Burt and Linda Kelimore knew they were totally devoted to each other.  More than half a century had passed since the day they each ran into a mechanic’s shop in need of quick repairs. Though they were both on their way to meet other people, a thirty-minute conversation changed their plans for the evening and the rest of their lives.

“Free, a Novella” by Felicia Denise

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©2017 Felicia Denise

Song Lyric Sunday | “Itching in My Heart” – The Supremes

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Song Lyric Sunday is sponsored by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word At a Time. For the guidelines or to suggest a theme, start here.

This week’s theme is “madness.”

Like my #SongLyricSunday post on Nesie’s Place, this one is also so last century!

Ever have an itch you couldn’t scratch? It will drive you nuts!

This video is in color—go, 1966!—though it could be clearer.

The Supremes came to party and the choreography is stunning… LI-TER-AL-LY! 😀

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.

 

Love is Like An Itching in My Heart

by The Supremes

Songwriters: Brian Holland / Edward Jr. Holland / Lamont Herbert Dozier

The love bug done bit me,
Didn’t mean for him to get me,
Woo, get up in the morning
And I’m filled with desire,
No, no, I can’t stop the fire,
Love is real live wire,
Oo, it’s a burning sensation,
Far beyond imagination.
Love Is Like An Itching In My Heart, tearing it all apart,
Just an itching in my heart,
And, baby, I can’t scratch it.
Keeps me sighing, oo
Keeps me yearning,
No mama can’t help me,
No daddy can’t help me
I’ve been bitten by the love bug,
And I need some information
o help me out of this situation,
Now, when you’re ill you take a pill,
When you’re thirsty, drink your fill,
What you gonna do, oh yeah,
when love gets a hold, a hold on you,
Love Is Like An Itching In My Heart,
And, baby, I can’t scratch it.
Love is a nagging irritation,
Causing my heart complication,
Love is a growing infection,
And I don’t know the correction,
Got me rocking and a-reeling,
And I can’t shake the feeling.
Love Is Like An Itching In My Heart,
tearing it all apart,
Just an Itching in my heart,
And, baby, I can’t scratch it

A Guide to Writing Better Poetry: 5 Ways to Improve as a Poet

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by Sean Martin

I’m frequently asked on Instagram how I write poetry, what’s my technique or creative process and could I offer any tips. I thought it would be easier to therefore compile all the advice I’ve ever given and condense it into a neat little guide for anyone who wants to improve as a poet or is simply interested in getting started with writing poetry.

Poetry is often viewed as a pretentious relic of the past that holds no value in the modern world. As technology advances and we drift further away from the root of our language, we find it more difficult to be creative and many people don’t see poetry as a creative form of expression anymore, not a relevant one anyway.

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